Chelsea Lovers

When he found herHe stayed down thereWith his velvet pillsAnd her purple hairIn a room so darkThey could barely crawlWith orange postersOn Victorian wallsIt was Saturday nightAnd he felt like deathShe just wanted to be lovedLike anybody elseSaturday nightAnd the clock never stoppedShe felt like a loserOn top or the popsThe Chelsea loversWith guillotine lipsMascara egosDoing a magazine stripChelsea loversIn a vicious townWith lipstick futuresLike a couple of clownsStrange creaturesIn the eider downTeenage oblivionWaiting to be crownedHoles in the mattressWhere these beasts have lainAwake until morningWith ice in their veinsFacing each otherTheir eyes never metHe just wanted to be straightIt never happened to him yetBoth of them laughingBut they can't understandWhat it is about friendshipMakes you hold your own handThe Chelsea loversOh how they can talkWith their tongues connectedAnd their skin like chalkChelsea loversThey're joined at the hipWith the power of madnessAt their fingertipsChelsea loversWith their limbs entwinedMaking moon sized promisesFrom their molecule mindsStardust loversIn a Ziggy cartoonTwo solemn loversIn a Chelsea room